shouldn't have ordered the chicken valentino. more like chicken valentine. as in. i didn't get any. valentines. that is. wait. i did. but it wasn't much and it wasn't very tasty.
ok. back to the start, prom. i got ready.
and then dropped off at rosana's. pictures. very prommy. wasn't at all uncomfortable.
dropped by alex's. he looks the way he feels. what can anyone do? what can anything do except change with time?
well...
then to dinner. ok. then prom. picture! pictures! pictures! hugging. chilling. and a lot more dancing. sure johnny g. didn't win prom king but at least he had a kick arse time. ben in the circle disco dancing. watching the homies pop and lock on the dance floor. and charles dyer getting his groove on. slow dancing with rosana. shaking booty with the likes of michelle and diana. lane pimping two girls with marvin gaye's let's get it on. i know i didn't even belong there but it was all very fun. no one uptight. just. yeah.
so. then when it was all done. we went to rebecca's place and decided the beach. so we went to the beach. and that was that. laying on the sand. listening to the waves hit the shore. running as fast as i could past and through the froth of the tide coming in and leaving. having everyone listen to my whiny tired voice while i hit the guitar strings with my finger nails. eating chips with sand in it. then going back home down that dark stretch of road which always seems like some metaphor.
what is all this?
why do we have to feel like this?
why alex? why is anything anything?
anything is anything because it is anything.
it is because it is.
it is.
but now. it was.
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